"I should be reading, I suppose," she told herself for the tenth time that afternoon and tried once again to focus her mind on her books.
But within moments she caught herself simply scanning over the words without comprehending them at all. She sighed, "it is reading of a sort, though I know I shall not remember a single letter of it tomorrow."
She laid her book aside and picking up her tea, she rose from her chair to pace among the delicate wild flowers hoping to relieve this restlessness.
After several moments, she settled into her seat at the table once more, this time with a new purpose in mind and one at which she was certain to be successful.
"Today must be the perfect day for dreaming. Instead of spending all my afternoon fighting it, I shall commit myself to it instead. I will imagine the most perfectly lovely things and I'll lose myself and find myself all at the same time." And so she did, and quite expertly too.
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